It came in waves
This pain of missing you
The first felt like an ocean
When you just told me the truth
The second was the leftovers
How thinking of you would come randomly
And then I'd hurt all over again
The third wave was seeing you rebuild
Watching you choose someone else
Even though I sat in the corner
The fourth was filled with false hope
Those moments I thought there was still a chance for us
But then the last wave would hit
The fifth was realization
The final dawning that you were happy with her and without me
It cycles back around over and over
And endless circle of grief and longing
Just when I resurface for air
Another wave knows me to the ground
I'm drowning in the pieces of my heart
The leftovers of tears
And nobody is there to throw me the rope
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
